Food and weird dreams.

Having another good day. Maybe I'm thinking about this diet/exercise thing a bit too much, but right now I'm actually enjoying it. I'm enjoying having like, enough fruit salad to sink a battleship, that I should probably split into two snacks, like breakfast and morning tea, but I just love it so much I eat it all at once then wait for lunch. 150 calories of yummy. I have cereal too, that I've never tried before but that I'm eager to try. I have lots of options, and that is exciting. I'm not hating food at all,  I love food and I'm eager to try new healthier options, things that I don't dislike. I'm not dreading meals, I'm really looking forward to them. And not just like before when I'd spend all day looking forward to afternoon tea, when I could get my chips. Now I'm happy I'm not being tempted with chips or much other chocolate,  because I know how much exercise I have to do to burn it off.

I'm actually a little confused as to how many calories I should be taking in. My calorie counter says 2000 which is the rgular amount for a woman wanting to keep the same weight. So, to lose a kg a week, I basically have to minus 1000, but add calories to replace the ones I burn. What I eat - what I burn should be 1000. I think.

But yesterday I did a lot of walking, 2 and a half hours of it, plus my jog/walk. So I burned like 800 calories (apparently), I think it's just being nice. So overall, my net calories was only 500. I don't know if it should be that low but that's still 3 full meals and I wasn't going hungry so who knows. I'm not being unhealthy but idk.

I did my jog/walk today. It was really good. I ran the middle 50m of my walk half. So for each lap, I ran 200m and only walked 100! That is good. All up, I did 13 laps, 3900m. 2650m jogged, 1250m walked. (To tell you the truth, I still think it's actually less than 150m that I run but I can't really extend it, hose are my markers. And it makes me feel good to think it's that much, even if it isn't lol.)

Updating for the third time in three consecutive nights, I dreamt about him. WHAT THE FUCK. My subconscious has a lot to answer for. And it was the same sort of thing, not at all sexual but touchy-feely and some kind of intimacy. Like, I was freaked out over something and he was like, under his breath so only I could hear it 'calm down' and he touched my eyelids to close them and put his fingers at my temples and I skipped time and it all worked out.

I don't even. I'm not barely even talking to him these last few days so I don't know where this is coming from.